Young Sword Emperor

Clad in a black robe and carrying a long wooden case on his back, Qin Xuan strode calmly out of Jinling Railway Station. His short hair was fresh and neat, his features strikingly handsome, and his eyes were sharp yet serene, as though nothing around him could disturb his composure.

In no time, Qin Xuan drew the attention of many passersby. Who could help but stare at such an unusual figure?

While he was observing his surroundings, a middle-aged driver suddenly stepped in front of him.

“Young man, over here! Come, come, where are you headed?” The driver was effusive, smiling broadly as he pulled Qin Xuan toward a red taxi by the roadside.

Although Qin Xuan had just come down from the deep mountains, he understood well enough that this was simply a taxi driver seeking fares. Since he had planned to take a taxi anyway, he followed the man.

He settled into the front passenger seat, but the driver lingered outside, still beaming as he asked, “Where to, young man? I’ll call a couple more passengers and then we’ll set off.”

Qin Xuan frowned slightly, instantly realizing that the driver wanted to pick up more people for extra profit.

At the end of August, this was a common sight outside Jinling Railway Station. Though he was slightly displeased, Qin Xuan merely uttered four quiet words: “Qixia Manor.”

The driver’s smile faltered.

“What? Qixia Manor?”

Qin Xuan nodded.

“You’re not a student?” The man had thought he was a new student to Jinling—after all, Qin Xuan looked no more than seventeen or eighteen. His attir